Dear diary,
I'm still not fully recovered, as I once believed.
If I had a health-o-meter, it would be marking around 88% right now.
There's the wedding tonight, isn't it weird to say "my mom's wedding?" I just feel strangeness in that. But I'm so glad for it to happen, something she wanted to much and that represents her happiness at the moment.
Which reminds me I had promised to do some sort of speech on the toast, I must get to writing that now! I feel so bad for not getting them anything, if it wasn't a holiday I could just go to the mall and buy something for the house, since everyone else seems to be doing so.
But that reminds me I'm also pennyless, aren't I?